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(feat. Nas, Obie Trice) [2pac:] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin our own downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlyin fact they hide explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer [Nas:] Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassing Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Letras de cancionesFeeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got knocked evidentaly It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge Of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashing, fashion Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues Your people holding dough, no parole No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" [Obie Trice:] They say why don't we increase the peace The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps Cause niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets Till that 4 5 will cease the speech Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets? I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue Give a fuck if all ten of them with you I throw an extra ten of them missiles Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the women and bitch in you All this bickering back and forth over who signs who Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn And quit tellin all these magazines your plans How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches From Letras Mania